Write In Water

Write in water

My lief es far en londe

The sea has bounds, desire none

Spirit all compact of fire

Dance on the sands, tonight

Your lips are conquerors

Your lips are filled with lies

Lost, lost in what seems

That's how it should be

Who, who is to see

We write in water

Now

Touch me under this sinking sky

I can command the smile

Be stirring as the time

Be fire with fire, with fire

Your lips are conquerors

Your lips are filled with lies

Lost, lost in what seems

That's how it should be

Who, who is to see

We write in water

Now

Lost, lost in what seems

That's how it should be

Who, who is to see

We write in water

Lost, lost in what seems

That's how it should be

Who, who is to see

We write in water

-- from Ardor, 1994